Strange deja-vu, and at my back those miles of Neolithic track - without the footpaths and the styles I seemed to know those boggy miles ! The unfamiliar on the map yet recognition with each step, then halting, gazing from a bent in empathy with sandald feet, yet felt no more than what was meant to nurse my own near tarn and peat ; a vague, remembered sense of home to recognise the stones of Rome, warm azure skies and with a breeze a day beneath the olive trees ; a flash of moments to be sure that through all time, I lived before !
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